(Rigel)
Amaia sits near Alnilam's legs holding what appears to be a diary. It takes all my self-restraint not to take her in my arms and senselessly kiss her.
But do I even deserve her after everything I did? What's the assurance that the vile woman will not curse me again, use me to hurt her?
I was made to almost kill my mate.
Not again, not until that wretched woman is alive.
Sitting in the corner, I only watch my mate.
Her appearance is no longer cloaked, this fills me with unease.
I feel it in my heart that Amaia liberated me, broke the curse on me. The soft melody of her blood seems like a hymn to me.
The glow of her skin.
The gold dust in her hair.
The shining flicker of her wings, who appears down today. They are almost on the floor like fallen leaves.
Something is wrong.
Not only her, but Alnilam is holding a frame and emotionally staring at it.
And then the revelations come.
